[Supernatural] Just Desserts
Title: Just Desserts
Fandom: Supernatural
Feedback: ... Is loverly.
Word Count: 502
Rating: PG
Characters: Dean, Sam, mentions of the Trickster
Summary: Rule #475 of the Supernatural universe: Never steal the Trickster's food.
Disclaimer: I own about as much as I did the last time I did one of these things. Which is nothing.
Author's Note: Written for The Alphabet Drabble Meme. For ladyfiresprite who wanted Dean and Sam gen with the prompt "gummy worms." I have no idea what the fuck this is.
"Sam, I'm gonna kill 'em. I swear to God, I'm gonna kill 'em."
"You're not going to kill anyone, Dean." Sam's tone was flat as he lifted up one of the tiny, insignificant green candies that Dean was currently ranting about as if they were one of the signs of the Apocalypse, and then dropped it back down on the bed with a sigh when it wriggled in his grip the way candy should never wriggle, before returning to his laptop.
Dean continued to pace the center of the hotel room. A few more hours of that and there'd be a nice little moat between the television set and the bed, although he did stop long enough to turn around and point an accusing finger at his brother and shout, "Don't go usin' that 'zen calm' mojo or whatever on me, Sammy. The bastard's gonna pay this time." The minute the words were out of his mouth, he resumed pacing, muttering something about living gummy worms and how there was no justice in the world when you can't even eat your goddamn food without it coming to life in your mouth.
Sam rolled his eyes, but didn't bother to look up. Dean's childish escapades did not deserve eye contact right now. "Not to take his side, because he's kind of an ass, but... Dean, you asked for it." That was probably the wrong thing to say and he winced preemptively.
"I ASKED FOR LIVING GUMMY WORMS, SAM?"
This time, Sam looked up, one eyebrow arched. "You stole pie. From the Trickster."
Dean ran a hand through his hair, making a few incoherent vowel sounds before squawking, "He could have gotten more! It's not like he can't just manifest pie whenever he wants!"
Sam just shrugged. "He's a god. Gods are easily offended... And, strictly speaking, Dean, this is not the worst thing he could have done to you."
Dean considered this for a moment and then walked over to the wriggling package of gummy worms and promptly bit into one. It was definitely unpleasant to feel something squirming around in your mouth, but they were edible anyway. "Okay, you have a point," he muttered. "But you don't mess with a man's snack food, Sammy. It's just not right."
"Whatever you say, Dean."
The conversation might have rested there- Dean had stolen the bag back and was munching on the gummy worms with something akin to sadistic delight and Sam had gone back to his research... Unfortunately, the idyllic little moment was abruptly shattered by something like a ferocious roar outside the hotel room.
"Sam..." Dean blinked, a gummy worm wriggling half out of his mouth. Sam sighed and slammed his laptop closed and drew the curtains, the look on his face shifting from annoyed to stunned to horrified in the spanse of three seconds. This concerned his brother greatly and he shifted a bit on the bed. "What the hell is it?"
"It's a giant gummy worm and it looks really, really pissed off."
Fandom: Supernatural
Feedback: ... Is loverly.
Word Count: 502
Rating: PG
Characters: Dean, Sam, mentions of the Trickster
Summary: Rule #475 of the Supernatural universe: Never steal the Trickster's food.
Disclaimer: I own about as much as I did the last time I did one of these things. Which is nothing.
Author's Note: Written for The Alphabet Drabble Meme. For ladyfiresprite who wanted Dean and Sam gen with the prompt "gummy worms." I have no idea what the fuck this is.
"Sam, I'm gonna kill 'em. I swear to God, I'm gonna kill 'em."
"You're not going to kill anyone, Dean." Sam's tone was flat as he lifted up one of the tiny, insignificant green candies that Dean was currently ranting about as if they were one of the signs of the Apocalypse, and then dropped it back down on the bed with a sigh when it wriggled in his grip the way candy should never wriggle, before returning to his laptop.
Dean continued to pace the center of the hotel room. A few more hours of that and there'd be a nice little moat between the television set and the bed, although he did stop long enough to turn around and point an accusing finger at his brother and shout, "Don't go usin' that 'zen calm' mojo or whatever on me, Sammy. The bastard's gonna pay this time." The minute the words were out of his mouth, he resumed pacing, muttering something about living gummy worms and how there was no justice in the world when you can't even eat your goddamn food without it coming to life in your mouth.
Sam rolled his eyes, but didn't bother to look up. Dean's childish escapades did not deserve eye contact right now. "Not to take his side, because he's kind of an ass, but... Dean, you asked for it." That was probably the wrong thing to say and he winced preemptively.
"I ASKED FOR LIVING GUMMY WORMS, SAM?"
This time, Sam looked up, one eyebrow arched. "You stole pie. From the Trickster."
Dean ran a hand through his hair, making a few incoherent vowel sounds before squawking, "He could have gotten more! It's not like he can't just manifest pie whenever he wants!"
Sam just shrugged. "He's a god. Gods are easily offended... And, strictly speaking, Dean, this is not the worst thing he could have done to you."
Dean considered this for a moment and then walked over to the wriggling package of gummy worms and promptly bit into one. It was definitely unpleasant to feel something squirming around in your mouth, but they were edible anyway. "Okay, you have a point," he muttered. "But you don't mess with a man's snack food, Sammy. It's just not right."
"Whatever you say, Dean."
The conversation might have rested there- Dean had stolen the bag back and was munching on the gummy worms with something akin to sadistic delight and Sam had gone back to his research... Unfortunately, the idyllic little moment was abruptly shattered by something like a ferocious roar outside the hotel room.
"Sam..." Dean blinked, a gummy worm wriggling half out of his mouth. Sam sighed and slammed his laptop closed and drew the curtains, the look on his face shifting from annoyed to stunned to horrified in the spanse of three seconds. This concerned his brother greatly and he shifted a bit on the bed. "What the hell is it?"
"It's a giant gummy worm and it looks really, really pissed off."